The Wall of Mexico (2019) - full transcript

Well, the Goddess
is dead, too.

Dead, dead,
dead, dead, dead.

But, at least, when you
get to the crime scene,

the Goddess' corpse
is on top.

My chest feels weird,

- feels hyper and weird.
- We can't wait.

All right, if you
subtract the remainder...

- Melanie!
- How are you guys eating so much?

We have a healthy
lifestyle here.

That's why we don't live in L.A.
or Buenos Aires

or wherever people
live these days, so...



Also note that there's
only one holding.

Therefore, reconciliation
should be fairly simple.

- Melanie!
- Simple.

Drink a glass of water.

- You'll feel all better.
- Yeah.

Um, Melanie,
could you get Juana water?

Okay, yes to one.
No to two and three.

Red meat is
good for you.

Cervical bruising
is good for you.

Exactly in that order.
Hi, girls.

Send it back to me
by the 15th.

What the fuck?

...certain sectors,
we're definitely gonna...

He is, isn't he?



Handsome.

Wow, such a long drive.

I wish you lived in L.A.

Oh, no, thank you.

We only leave
old Mexico these days

to buy clothes
or, like...

What do you mean,
"leave Mexico"?

You're in Mjico.

Whatever, dude.

No, not Mjico.

This here is Mexico.

Okay, I don't get your jokes.

What's "Mexico"?

Mexico is a huge
crowded nation

a couple hundred miles
that way.

Mexico...

is an independent
crypto-micro-nation...

surrounded
on all sides by the USA.

And you're in it.

But it's true, though.

That's what people in town
have called our family's land

- for a hundred years.
- Really?

The whole town
calls it that.

That's fucked up.

How long have you
been standing there?

Just got here.

Don't you start at 9:00?

Uh, not on days when your
dad has me on night watch.

Uh, this came for you.

Is it
from Hong Kong?

I don't know.

Hey, you want juice?

He isn't
gonna touch it.

Uh, yeah. O-Okay.

Oh, no.

Baby, no, no, not...
not bottled water.

Bring her
a tall glass.

Yeah, it's fine.

Okay?

No, it's okay.
Go on.

Thanks.

"Why do you have
a thermometer behind your ear?

"Fuck.

Fuck. Some asshole
has my pencil."

Is this expensive wine?

You bet.

How long
you worked here?

35 years.

- Jesus.
- Jesus what?

- Nothing.
- How long have you worked here?

A week.

That's right.

This is a much better
job than it looks like.

Don't assume
I haven't had

more glamorous
opportunities.

I didn't.

Ah...

I could have trained
sled dogs.

Iditarod.

Okay.

I had this one dog,
fast as hell.

Just don't
judge my life again

until you've
figured it.

Figured what?

What's far
from fucking normal

about this place,
the family.

What's that mean?

Ah, you'll know it
when you know it,

if you don't quit.

Need help with anything?

No.

How long
you lived here?

Where?

Here. Wherever.

In Winfield.
In the county.

Oh, yeah, I live in town.

For how long?

About a month.

Work for the Mexicans,
right?

What is this?

Just trying to help you
find everything you need.

I work for
the Arista family.

The Aristas.
Good customers.

Okay, boys, back to work.

Yeah, we'll get
back to work.

Have fun
at the Arista place.

Don't drink the water.

Whatever, man.

Why are you both so bad?

Because
we're just bad.

Because we
lack maturity.

You do, anyway.

I admit it.

Can't do anything
about it.

The thing about
being immature

is that you can't suddenly decide
that you want to be mature.

It's already mature
to want to be mature.

Mm, speak for yourself.

Why don't you tell me one
of your theories, brujita?

- Ah, don't call her that.
- Why not?

Only Papa calls her that.

Look, a double bubble.

Just my education
didn't go to waste.

Don't worry
about that.

Give us a theory.

I like a theory
with my tea.

Really? But it's
so nice out.

Tell us a theory.

Well, in the future,

people will pay
to have the Internet

plastered with
slander about them,

false addresses,
duplicate profiles,

fake news, fake nudes,
fake passwords,

sex with their faces
plastered onto actors' bodies.

This will be
the new privacy...

anonymity
within the overload.

Personal data
will be safe again

once it's buried
under an avalanche

of fake
embarrassments.

That's not a bad idea.

We're just not even
close yet, though.

But once there's
multiple fake sex tapes

of every human being
on social media,

then the release of a real
sex tape will be harmless.

That'll be sad.

I like real sex tapes.

What about you, brujita?

What's your nasty habit
this week?

Uh...

being sad,
but looking happy.

In Tokyo, I had
a painless hard mass

with irregular edges...

in my left breast.

- Really?
- Really?

Disappeared entirely
the few days I've been home.

Well, that's good.

Fuck, man,
these are heavy.

- Yep.
- They're complaining.

They can complain in town until
they're tired of complaining.

This is how it is right now.

I don't care...

What's in these? Bricks?

Don't know.

Bullshit, you don't.

Shit.

Wine, maybe?

Fuck, man.

- She just wants to know...
- Okay.

Come back after it rains
if she wants that.

Tell her, for now,
it's the same as it always is.

- I'll count this in the house.
- Okay.

What'd I say?

Uh...

Shit.

Mm.

Oh. Oh, excuse me.

...fireball. That's right.

He's with you. He's with us.

He knows your life ain't
no less important than theirs.

He knows that
the real purpose there

is to make the honest,
working citizens of our country

look like fools.

They did it with the new
oil pipeline in the Dakotas...

Hey, sorry about that,
man. I, uh...

No harm done.

Thanks.

You work in Mexico?

Yeah.

Good pay?

Not bad.

They let you
drink the water?

Man, is that some sort of,
like, local racist joke or...

You calling me a racist?

Man...

It's okay.

Everyone's racist
subconsciously.

Read that
in "The New York Times."

Where's my straw?

What the fuck?

Hey.

No, no, no, no, no.

- I'm mad at you.
- What the fuck?

The guy can walk me.

I don't want you
waking Papa up.

He says you're a symptom
of imperial decline.

"Symptom" what?

Imperial decline!

W-Walk me
to the house.

Hey. Hey.

How strong are you?

I don't know. Strong.

Good. My feet hurt so badly,
I can barely walk.

Oh. Don't let dirt
get on my dress.

Pick me up.

What, like carry you?

The house is
all the way over...

way down there.

Fucking piggyback.
Get down.

Yeah, okay.

You smell good.

James Dean's
asleep in my barn.

He's my pony.

- Right.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey!

Shit. Sorry.
I hurt you?

Don't bump your vertebrae
into my pussy.

What the fuck? How can you...

Shh. Damn.

Don't wake your dad up.

Hey, stop.

No, if you don't stop,
I'm gonna put you down.

If you put me down,
I'll tell my papa

that you slammed
yourself into my pussy.

What the fuck, dude?

You're touching it
right now with your back!

Shh. Stop.
What the fuck?

I'm gonna
put you down, okay?

Don't test me,
Don.

Fuck, man.
Fucking coke brain.

Mm. Carry me
to the house.

That's what I'm doing.

Also, right now,

you're touching my pussy
with your spine,

but, like, that's
socially acceptable

until I mention it.

And also people carry shit
around in their intestines,

so you're, like, always,
like, like, like, a foot away

from someone else's
shit. Then it's...

But, like,
That's cool until you mention it.

Mm. Put me down
on the steps.

That's what I'm doing.

This is a good system

for when I come home
from L.A. at 6 A.M.

and my feet hurt so bad.

Ah, good night, Tania.

You like that?

Ow. Yeah, that's good.

Uh, you wanted
to see me?

- Yes. Um...
- Okay.

Yes. This is a matter
of some delicacy.

Okay.

Well, Don, um...

we'd like to ask you about
the well and the pump system.

The well?

Oh, yeah.

What did you think
we wanted to see you about?

I don't know.

Have you been using
well water for yard work?

No.

Mike told me to use the
county water from the spigot

for the lawns and
pools and groves.

That's right.

Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Well, have you seen Mike or
Melanie use the well taps

or the girls'
fountain for...

I don't know.
Filling containers?

The well taps
are the ones you use

in the master bedroom for
drinking and in the kitchen?

That's right.

Then maybe talk to Melanie
if it's a kitchen problem.

You do know, though,

that we keep our water
separate here.

We only drink well water,

and we use county water
for everything else?

Yeah. Yeah, uh, Mike explained it when...
when he hired me.

Fine. Well, the, uh...

- The well...
- the well is low.

Do you want me
to go down inside it?

I'm not claustrophobic.

I've done, uh,
crawlspace work before.

I did plumbing
back in Florida.

Oh, no.
That's fine.

W-We're sorry
that we bothered you.

Yeah. Um...

- Okay.
- But listen.

Uh, for the next
couple of weeks,

instead of just walking around
all the acres at night...

Mm-hmm.

why not just camp out
by the well.

- But out of sight.
- Yes.

Y-You want me
to hide in the bushes?

Uh, there's the big tree
with the vultures' nest.

Sure, but take a lawn
chair so you're comfortable

and a dark blanket.

Yes, absolutely.

We want you
to be comfortable.

Mm-hmm.

But not obvious.

I'm gonna get back on
untangling Tania's necklaces.

Okay.
Thank you, Don.

We really
appreciate it.

He doesn't
know a thing.

No, I agree.

...and then
you're there for some reason,

but you're eating
virtual vomit off the floor.

And you don't want
to eat too much vomit,

'cause you're on a diet,

but it just tastes
so real, so...

And, luckily for me,
you've already eaten it 9,999 times,

so there's
barely any vomit left.

No, that's not
how simulations work.

The vomit would
obviously reset.

Your simulations always lack
a basic logical consistency.

Oh, mine do?
Yours are idiotic.

If you think about it,

it's the people with
the preexisting conditions

that are the people
that cost the most.

Are you listening to me?

Yeah.

Don't you care
about politics?

I don't know.

Did you vote?

Yeah.

You've known those girls
since they were little kids?

Sorry to say.

You don't like them?

I've known them
since they were in diapers.

They don't even
know my name.

They know your name.

They're godless, arrogant,
sick-minded brats

who waste a lot
of electricity and water,

but I like my job.

They're nice to me.

For a minute.

Cleaning a barbecue.

You're a boring kid, Don.

Educate yourself.

Fuck you, man.

Where are you from, anyway?

Florida.

Then what's with
this Oklahoma horseshit?

What?

Why do you dress like that?

What's wrong with this?

Go read a book.

You go
read a book.

I dress
the same as you.

Fine distinctions.

Get a library card.

Man, why don't you
go get a library... Agh.

Ow!

- Fuck.
- Get a what?

Go get a couple beers tonight?

- Are you buying?
- Yeah.

Just don't ever kick me
in the ass again.

I'm not neurotic, per se.

I'd say that
you're more neurotic.

Neurosis is no longer
in the DSM, though.

It's an extinct condition.

But we're definitely
cut off from something.

We are.

Look at
the groundskeepers.

Those guys enjoy
a solid, authentic,

working-class environment

that we could
never understand.

Who were you
impersonating?

I don't know.

The media.

Mm, Tanita has a theory
about the media.

I don't have a theory.

You have
all the theories.

- Switchy?
- No. I'm not in the mood.

Oh, come on.
Come on. Switchy.

Expand my theory,
genius.

Okay, fine.

Go.

Middle-class people

think working-class
people are...

"salt of the earth,"

more real,

more authentic,

but this is really

condesation... cond...

condescension
masquerading as...

esteem.

Not to mention,

the world presented to us

by our perceptions

is not...

reality, per se.

To get
anywhere close to...

"authentic reality"

means pushing
at the boundaries of...

neuroscience

and fundamental physics.

Careers in these fields
typically require

a privileged childhood

and hundreds of thousands
of tuition dollars.

Conclusion...

the world is authentically

unfair and fucked up.

Nice half-ton. New?

Ah, I had it
since December.

Then why do you drive that
piece of shit to work every day?

So Henry and Monica

don't think
I don't need a raise.

Are they not home?

They went
to Turks and Caicos,

left early
this morning.

Turk's and who?

Some islands
in the Caribbean.

Hey, did the girls
go with 'em?

No.

Then, you don't care
if the girls see your truck?

No. I told you
I'm invisible to them.

Hey, could I get a...

You know,
your door's just open.

Is it cold out there?

Um, you know,
I'm only 28.

I'm only 36.

What? No, you're not.

You wanna see
my passport?

I just mean
that, you know,

I'm not that much older
than you,

and I like to party.

Oh, yeah?

You "like to party?"

Ah, fuck you. Come on.

Aren't you
on the clock?

Are you
gonna tell your dad?

You can come in

if you do
four lines in a row.

Four? How 'bout one?

Four!

Hey, I'll do four if you
stop making that noise.

Ah, I already
told you that one.

You have to do two more.

No, I did... I did the...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no
no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no.
Do it. Do it.

Social contract, motherfucker.

You agreed to four lines.

1, 2, 3, 4.
Go, go, go, go.

What?

A Jew taught me
that one.

Shouldn't you
be guarding the well?

Man, I'm out there
all night every night.

Just I don't see nothing
but fucking raccoons.

Come on.

Snort, pig, snort.
Snort, pig, snort.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Mother.

Henry, what are
we doing here?

Everyone...

Henry,
I worked here since...

I know. I know
this is demeaning.

Uh, I just need to talk
to everyone at once.

Hey.

It's not a police lineup.

I just need
everyone's attention.

Okay.

The well's at 30%.

Last week, when we left,
it was at 67%.

- 30%?
- That's right.

And when
will it replenish?

When it rains.

But does the rainwater
immediately...

- Shh!
- So you think someone

went in there and
pumped all that water out

without any of us
seeing that?

No small operation
to drain a well.

We just want to know if
anyone has seen anything.

- No.
- No, Mama.

No.

I want you
to install CCTV.

Okay.

No, this is
a serious situation.

Don.

- Don.
- Yeah?

You've been
watching the well?

Yeah.

All night?

Yeah.

Each night?

Yeah.

You don't sleep?

Oh, I...

I sleep at home,

8 A.M. to 4 P.M.

Ah,
changing of the guard.

I liked
your other truck.

Boss is back.
So's the beater.

Mike.

What?
I'm late for dinner.

What's the deal
with the water?

Henry and Monica
are freaks about it.

People in town
are freaks about it.

Ah...

Now the girls are
acting weird about it.

Come on.

What? Tell me what
the fuck is going on.

I-I'm gonna fuck
something up and get fired

if I don't know
what's going on.

Eh, the Aristas
think their well water

is healthier
than other water.

Certain other people
think so, too.

What, like spring water?

Like mineral water?

Sure.

That's it?

They sell it.

I-It has a flavor,
too, unusual,

like...

Ah, I can't describe it.

I only tasted it
the one time 10 years ago.

Oh, so that's what's with
the cases and the vans.

You catch on slow.

I mean, like,
why all the security

if it's
just mineral water?

Do they have their own brand
of mineral water in the stores?

No. Go guard the well.

This job sucks.

You asked for it.

Wasn't night watch
when I signed up.

Evolve or die.

- Hey, Mike.
- What?

What?

Mm, you believe
in evolution?

Hell, no.

It ain't the ghost

If it don't speak in tongues.

It's not a victory

'Til the battle's been won

Something like
mass destruction, fucking...

Ah ah

Hey.

Yes?

You guys not
partying tonight?

It's Friday.

No. No party here.

Just, you know...

you know, last week,
you guys and I...

and it was cool,
you know?

- Just...
- Hmm.

Is Tania here?

Yes. It's...

I'm sorry.
A-Are we not...

we not friends
anymore?

'Cause, you know,
like, um...

what happened
to last week?

Very strange question.

Right.
Uh, it's just...

Okay, do you want
to see her?

Yeah, all right.

- Hey.
- Hi, Don.

Hey.

Hi, Tania.

What's the problem?

Ah, your sister's
just being weird.

I-I mean, you know,
just she needs help

remembering that we
partied last week.

Hey, you should
go watch the well.

Y-Yeah. I mean...

that's what
I was doing. Was...

She's right.

Yeah.

Hey, why you guys treating
me like I'm the...

fucking hired help?

Did I do something?

I mean, you licked my mouth.

I lick
all kinds of things.

She's like a dog.

James, meet Don.

Don, meet James.

Okay, you should
go do your job.

We're all really upset
about the water level.

Good night.

Yeah, good night.
Yeah.

Look at that.

Push it.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Who the fuck's that?

Is that a gun?

I think so.

Oh, shit. That is a gun.

- Go! Go!
- Wait.

Hey!

Hey! What the fuck?

Fuck sake. Hey! Hey!

No!

What the fuck?

Shit.

Hey!

Pussies!

Ow motherfuck!

Holy shit.

You okay?

I'm 71 years old.
That's all.

71?

Yes.

You know,
Don here can identify one of them.

You can fingerprint those
tanks to get the other two.

We don't do that
for misdemeanors.

Except this isn't
a misdemeanor.

The well's at 29%,
despite the rains,

so this is
grand larceny

on top
of trespassing.

Well, trespassing
is a misdemeanor,

unless you live in Colorado
or, I think, New Hampshire,

if it's multiple
trespasses.

This is multiple.
It takes months

to drain a well
three backpacks...

Like I said,
that's just New Hampshire.

So what are you gonna do?

What's going on here?

Well, you come down to the
station in the morning,

file a report,
and we'll do all we can.

And you're gonna check the
hospitals for buckshot wounds?

You know,
shooting a trespasser

is a felony
in all 50 states.

Texas?

Right, Texas.

Not sure
about Texas.

Bad Papa.
Did you shoot someone?

Let's restart this.

You and your colleagues
down at the station

know exactly
what's going on here,

so let's stop pretending
this is a misdemeanor.

I'm not
pretending anything.

Trespassing
is a misdemeanor.

Stealing water,
this amount,

first offense,
$25 to $250 fine...

Please stop playing games.

I'll lose my temper.

You lose
your temper,

and I'll arrest you
right now

for assault
with a shotgun.

So get some rest,
and, uh,

come on down
in the morning.

How dare
you treat my father

- with such disrespect.
- Miss...

You Bolsheviks think
everyone in town

should share our water
until it's gone, don't you?

Doesn't really matter
what I think.

But sharing's
always nice.

They taught me that
in nursery school.

Good luck asking
them to police themselves.

Why should they?

Nothing in it for them.

Honey, they have
all kinds of problems,

meth labs, illiteracy.

It's evident
what needs to be done.

How old is that
fucking thing...

There we go.

There goes
our view.

Of course, this is
the logical eventuality

of the current pattern.

Wealthier nations
will get wealthier,

live longer,
build walls.

Yes, well, it's ugly,

but what
are you gonna do?

Let 'em all come in
and drain us dry?

Didn't get paid enough?

Don't just bang away
like a monkey.

If you have to wear
a shirt under the thing,

c-can you unbutton it?

No, thanks.

Open!

I want nipples
in the photos!

At least give me
a slash of flesh

down the middle
for contrast.

Can you take
the mask off, brujita?

Absolutely not.

Oh, come on. Why not?

Same reason as before.

What reason is that?

I don't want my face
in photos on the Internet

until you are a world-class
fashion photographer.

How could I become one if you
don't let me build my portfolio?

Take pictures. Here.

You're too curvy, anyway.

Just shoot me
like you'd shoot a man.

How does that
make any sense?

All solutions
are counterintuitive

this late in the story.

But I'm not
going for that.

I'm going for a kind of
Lilith in Eden type of thing,

and your mask
is fucking it up!

The cyborg does not
recognize the Garden of Eden.

That mask
makes you a cyborg?

Actually the ubiquity
and invisibility

of machines in everyday
life make me a cyborg.

That's great, brujita.

Malfunction.
Malfunction.

Malfunction.

Malfunction.
Malfunction.

Malfunction.

Malfunction.
Malfun...

Aren't you
on night watch?

Worked on the wall all day.

I can't work all day
and all night.

When you gonna
automate this gate?

Mike's gonna do it soon.

What?

Do you want to party
with us tonight?

I thought I was
just the hired help.

Thought you don't talk
to me anymore.

The help needs
recreation, too.

Where's your car?

Did you walk
all the way here?

Some assholes left
me on the road up there.

Who? The cokehead guy?

No, he's in Rio.

That's in Brazil.

Just local losers.

But didn't I see you
take your car out earlier?

Some gringitospushed it
into a red zone,

and then it got towed
while I was in town,

and then
some other gringos,

they offered me a ride,
but then they left me on the county road.

What the fuck?

Yep.

So do you wanna come
to the playhouse or not?

Um...

sure.

Just... Just let me hide
my truck outside the ranch.

Change my shirt.

So, uh, what are
we celebrating?

We aren't.

You shouldn't think
about champagne that way.

It's not fair
to champagne.

You know,
I-I like how you guys

made this place,
like, crazy.

Yeah, it was our playhouse
when we were little babies.

Then we had Mike
convert it

to a habitat when we
developed breasts.

Ugh.

What is that?

Cocana negra.

Are you addicted?

Hello, Don.

You kinda say my name
weird when you say it.

- "Weirdly."
- What?

So we're doing drugs
with Don.

Is that... Is that
tonight's event?

We have too much.

Our culture is turning
inwards and devouring itself.

We need fresh blood!

Actually, you were wrong.

I found them exactly
where I said they were.

Now let me see.

The... The problem is

the World Economic Forum
ranks us 48th

in math and
science education.

It doesn't matter
if you're intelligent

if you're not likeable.

Give me the other ones.

Do it on her.

Do it, Don.

Yeah.
Open your mouth.

Open.

- Ucch.
- Yeah.

We know no one person
can succeed

unless everyone else
succeeds. Right? Right?

Say something, Don.

Say something
hilarious.

Say something
not hilarious.

That would be hilarious.

It's more humorous
to be not humorous.

What... What do I do?

Say something
hilarious.

What should I say?

- Say something not funny.
- Say something.

- Just... Just don't look at me.
- What do you want me to say?

- Say something hilarious.
- Come on, Don.

Come on, Don.
Come on, Don.

- Do something. Do something.
- Do something.

- What should I do?
- Just do something funny.

- What should I do?
- Do shit, fucker.

- Come on, Don.
- Speak, Koko. Speak.

- What do you...
- Speak!

- Koko, speak!
- Come on, Don.

- Speak, Koko! Speak!
- Rowwr!

Do something!

There is a God-shaped hole
in the heart of every man.

Amen.

I admire your family
so much, you know?

It's like your mom
and your dad,

they're both
just kinda perfect.

A-And they have just great
style, like clothes.

And... And you all have
great vocabularies.

You want to dress like Papa?

No.

I'm just...

Let's go get some of
Papa's clothes for Don.

No. No, I just
mean that... I just...

I like how you...
how you live.

Here is just...
it's like a dream.

The American dream.

The myth of paradise
on the other side.

Ooh.

Caligula wasn't
the only good emperor.

"American dream."

Mm. How about another
spoonful, Donny Donny?

No, no. I'm not
immune to it like you.

Oh, don't be so tedious.

- What the fu...
- Do a spoonful!

What's in it that
makes it fucking black?

Irony.

What, like rust?

Oh, poor baby doesn't
wanna do another spoon.

Nah. You two
are freaks.

Oh, he wants his mommy.
He's scared.

My mom died
when I was 17.

Ohh. He misses his mommy.

He wants his milkies.

What the fuck?

Mm. Here we go.

Oh, his mommy died.

Poor baby.

He wants his milkies.

Don't do that!
You don't...

make fun of
my mother's death.

Come drink, poor baby.

Fuck.

Shit, you two
are freaks.

You just said that.

But saying
the same thing twice

is not inherently
a waste of breath.

Come drink, poor baby.

Why do you
want me to...

Same speech act
performed a second time

can radically reorient
the context of both acts.

Good baby.

Good baby.

I'm tired. I'm drunk.

I was conceived
in a test tube.

Mmm. Good baby.

Good baby.

Good baby.

That's a good baby.

Good baby.

You can fuck me if...

brujitawatches.

Who's brujita?

My other baby.

You serious?

Are you really
going to neglect

your opportunities in life
when you have so few?

You're serious.

Don't. Don't touch.

What is sexual
objectification?

How does it function today
in our particular moment

when labor gives way
to robotics,

sex itself gives way
to genetic engineering,

bourgeois realism gives way
to science fiction?

Et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera, et cetera,

et cetera, et cetera.

Wh-What are
you doing?

Go.

You, too?

No,
I'm merely helping.

Okay.

Looks like you're
more than helping.

Well, she's
my little sister.

She needs help
with everything.

Yeah, with this, too...

Okay, step out.

Oh, man.

Just one second.

I'm going
to put this on you.

- Please hold still.
- Okay.

Okay.

You're a robot.
Fuck her like a robot.

- What?
- Remember, science fiction.

Ooh.

Don't be
a bourgeois realist,

not in bed, at least.

Don't look at her.
Look at me.

Sorry.
You're both so hot.

- Go faster.
- Okay.

You're an artificial life form.

Except you're
an early prototype...

- Faster!
- so you malfunction a lot.

No, just don't
listen to her!

Machinery has adapted to the
weakness of the human being

so that the weak human being
will become a machine.

Faster!

Faster!

Ugh. Ow.

Ohh. Get off me.

Get off.

Fuck.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Hey.

Where are you going?

To the shower
to use her shower-head,

because her robot
malfunctioned.

I've learned
that love is not a feeling

And I've learned
that all my heroes bleed

Where is she?

How many protestors
are there?

See for yourself.

Mr. Arista, please take your
guns back into your house.

There's no law that says
I can't carry

a licensed weapon
on my own land.

This is not
about any laws.

This is not Winfield
city limits.

I have no authority
here whatsoever.

What exactly
are they protesting?

People feel that you've
charged extortionary prices

for your water
for years,

and now I understand
that you've

stopped providing it
entirely.

That's right.

People also feel that
this wall is antiprogressive

and presents a
message of superiority

and lack
of common decency.

No, trespassing and theft
have left us no choice.

So, if we no longer desire
to share or sell our water,

there's nothing
anyone can do about it.

But we all know
that the relationship

between your family
and the town

is old and
far from simple.

Look, you employ
citizens of Winfield,

as did your father
a-and his.

People have been buying water
from your family for generations.

I drink your water.

There are dozens of artesian
sources in these hills.

Why don't you
just have the county

drill more wells
for public use?

I think you know
quite well

why people want
your water.

I'd like to hear you
say it out loud

so we can all agree
how farcical this is.

I think you know exactly what
the local superstition is

and why people are
legitimately concerned.

You see, here we have
a contradiction.

You can't have
a legitimate concern

governed
by superstition.

I want you
to say it out loud,

and I want to know why you
don't have any police down here.

Look, just take the guns
back into your house.

As far as I can tell,
these guns

are why those illiterates
over there

are still over there and
not overrunning our land.

- No more wall!
- No more wall!

- No more wall!
- ...wall!

This wall is for them.
Without it, pretty soon,

there's no well water
for them or anyone else.

So maybe, if I
get them to leave,

you'll start selling
the water again.

For now, no.

We're running very low because
of thieves from Winfield,

some of them probably
right over there.

- You can't...
- No more wall!

No more wall!

They just crossed
on our private property.

I'm gonna start
shooting feet.

You should
probably scram.

I'll help build
this fucker,

but I won't
defend it.

You should
follow my lead

if you want to keep
living in town.

You might want
to cover your ears.

The report from a shotgun
can cause tinnitus.

This is
no longer safe.

It's okay.
I can handle it.

Mr. Arista, please,
I'm begging you,

be civilized.

...calling
Winfield police...

Stop!

- ...on County Road 11.
- No more wall!

- No more wall!
- No more wall!

Hey, don't leave.

- Hey, guys, no more wall.
- Hey.

No more wall!

- They have 60 seconds.
- You better listen to him.

He really means it
when he starts counting.

- 55, 54...
- Yes, sir.

53...

Don.

- 52...
- Guys, guys,

- stop. Stop.
- 51...

You guys calm...

50, 49...

48...

47, 46...

45, 44...

43, 42...

41...

Hey, fuck you, Enrique!

Go back,
and fuck your daughters!

There's nothing
inherently wrong with it

if you use contraception.

All right.
Gotta go back and make some calls.

Make sure
they all leave.

Here. Help out Don.

Guns are
so outdated.

And, uh, see if
you can pick up

a conducted
electrical weapon.

A what?

A stun gun.

Just trust me.
Just... Just leave.

He's not...

You were joking,
right?

What, the incest thing?

For me,
there's no attraction.

Tanita might do it
if Papa would.

He wouldn't, though.

- We'll be back!
- Right.

Fuck you!

What an anticlimax.

One gunshot, and they all
go back to their cars.

Then again,
most uprisings in history

end in anticlimax.

We just only hear
about the ones that don't.

Hey.

Now's not a good time, okay?

Who says,
you or Tania?

"You or Tania?"

"You or Tania?"

"You or Tania?"

Just leaving, man.
Just leaving.

I don't speak Spanish, man.

Just let me talk to her.

Please go guard
the property.

Those protestors
might come back.

Come on.

Not tonight, okay?

- Hey...
- Not tonight.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess
tonight's a bad night

for me to not do my job.

There you go.

Good night.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What?

Raccoons.

I'm so depressed.

That's addiction, Tanita.

Your brain needs more and more
stimulation to feel content.

But I am so, so sad.

Mm-hmm.

Sad.

Not sad.

Sad.

Not sad.

Sad.

Not sad.

- Sad.
- Mm, stop it.

- Stop it.
- Not sad.

Well, I'm sad, too.

Papa's wall
is not working.

The other night, I was
driving back from Vegas.

Mm-hmm.

I put on your echoey
piano playlist.

Mm-hmm.

And there was
a silent ambulance ahead...

for, like, 50 minutes

with its light on,
but the highway was empty.

And that made you sad?

No.

It made me
the thing before sad

that there
isn't a name for.

The foyer of sad.

The cloakroom of sad.

The House of Saud.

The House of Saud.

S-Saud.

- Stop it.
- Saud.

Stop saying that.

It's a nice paradox how human
sadness is no less common

the more the population
is protected

from things like war
and starvation

and disease
and exploitation...

Are you
listening to me?

Yes, Tania,
I'm listening to you.

Okay. Let me finish.

Okay, go.

Okay.

So, with an ambulance,

there's supposed to be
a siren, right?

Mm.

So the lack of that did
something wrong to me.

Or to time.

And I felt like
I was an echo...

being dragged for so long
behind a silent ambulance.

I felt certain

that I was in the
future, dying in it.

Dying in the ambulance
or dying in the future?

Both.

Seem more dead.

Your manikin
is tired and cold.

Just hold still
a few years.

Global warming.

You'll be fine.

Maybe that's why
the well's dropping still.

Maybe nobody's stealing
much from it at all.

Do you think everyone
here who isn't poor

will have to move
somewhere north

in, like, 30 years?

Not 30, no.

Papa bought land
in Alaska.

Really? When?

Last year.

I couldn't live
anywhere but here.

That'll keep
the claim jumpers out.

Be here
when the world ends.

She's been driving up the
price per gallon, too.

Henry says
the well's

still dropping,
though.

Henry's pissed.

Ah, let him be.

It's good for him.

Yeah.

What's wrong with you?

You're even poorer company
than your usual worthless self.

You can tell me,
you dumb kid.

Huh?

Ah...

The girls
won't talk to me.

Peanut brain.
What did I tell you about that?

Yeah, but...

You wanna get laid off?

You wanna get laid
or laid off?

What's wrong
with your simple head?

Yeah, but I
already got laid.

Bullshit
on a hill of shit.

Whatever. I did, though.

Which one?

Both, kinda.

I-I guess just Tania.

Nah.

Whatever you want
to believe, man.

Magic, aliens,

Jesus Christ,

Fountain of Youth.

You name it,
I believe in it.

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

- Traitor.
- ...call me?

- I worked for your grandfather.
- Traitor. Traitor.

I heard you
filling it up.

- What were you doing...
- What's going on?

Fixing the enamel on your
mother's goddamn vanity.

Oh, with a jug of water?

With a jug
of whatever I want.

What's going on?

He's probably been selling
it in town for years.

- What's the trouble here?
- Well, the mystery is solved.

He's why the wall isn't
keeping the well full.

- Right.
- Oh, and he controls the CCTV computer,

and he's probably been
working with those thieves.

That's libel.

Laws against accusing people
of things like that.

Let me taste it, Michael.

No, I won't.

I won't
stoop myself to it.

"Stoop myself"?

Who says,
"Stoop myself"?

Michael, you have
nothing to hide,

so let me
just taste the water,

and my daughters
will apologize.

I'm going home.

Not until
I taste that water.

No, I won't dignify it.

Well...

then, we'll have
to let you go.

You're fucking crazy.

- I knew he had more money than...
- You're all cabin fever wacko.

It's very simple
to solve this.

Hey, Mike,
just let him taste it.

- Don, please.
- You can taste my ass.

- Michael.
- I won't do it.

Then, we'll have
to let you go.

You hypocrite.

You ruined your children,
you know?

Your daughters are wolves,
not people.

Oh, I like that.

Scorpions would have
been more poetic.

No, I don't
like scorpions.

- Piranhas, I like...
- Stop.

Okay. I can see we've
finished our arrangement.

Put the jug down,
and go home,

and I'll have somebody
drop off your belongings

and a check for this
and next month's pay.

Hope your well dries up,

you all get colon cancer,
something awful.

Put the jug down.

Fuck you.

I'll use it
to pay for a lawyer.

I'm 'a go talk to him,

- if you want.
- No. No, thanks.

It's okay.

Please, just make sure
he leaves the property.

And change
the gate code.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Get off of me.

Does Henry know
you have this many horses?

Hell, no.

I'll talk to them
again tomorrow.

- They don't want...
- They don't want what?

And why does Henry
have you over here already

with my fuckin' check?

They're nuttier than squirrel
shit, all four of 'em.

So is the water, I mean...

I mean, what's the...

You haven't
tried it yet?

Nope.

Man, you're
an honest little dope.

Hey, you know, I'm starting
my own contracting company.

Why don't you
come work for me?

You pay
as good as Henry?

Twice as much respect.

Rather have
some money.

Ah, you're
just head over ass

for those two putas,
aren't you?

Nah. They won't even
talk to me anymore.

Told you.

Someone should
kidnap 'em both

and sell 'em into
human trafficking.

Fuck Henry.

I ought to dynamite
that wall.

Hell'll
break loose soon enough.

Townies'll be back.

Something'll snap.

Me.

Maybe you.

Me?

Yeah. You know...

everything's got
a breaking point.

People, can't treat
people like they do.

Not me.

Um, so, uh...

were you?

- What?
- Stealing?

The magic water?

"Magic water."

Such a dopey kid.

Well, were you?

Mm, maybe.

I mean, yes.

How the hell else
am I supposed

to feed my kids,
my horses

a red pussy hair
above the minimum wage?

I've seen that.

No benefits and...

Seen what?

Red.

Jesus.

You don't know the
first thing about women,

money, politics...

sky being blue...

what kind of boots to
put on in the morning.

Fuck you, man.

What kind of boots
am I supposed to?

This kind.

Gotcha.

What?

I'm only tasting it.

I just wanted to see
what the big deal was.

Don't tell your parents.

Hey. Hey.

Wh-What the fuck?

What'd I ever do to you?

Stop walking!

Don't be a fucking
bitch, okay?

Hey! Stop walking.

Tania! Tania!

Hey, I-I'll tell your dad

you snort that fucked-up
black cocaine!

Look, I know.

I'm sorry, okay?

I am sorry.
It was just a small sip.

I was just curious,
what with firing Mike

a-and the wall and all.

I've spoken
to my husband,

and I've spoken
to my daughters.

We've decided,
as a family,

to hire
some new staff.

Monica, please.
I need this job.

You can't
just fire everyone...

It's been decided.

What? All I did is just take
one little sip of water.

I just wanted to know
what the big deal was.

You're so rich, you can't afford
just one little sip of water?

It's not
about the water.

Then what is it, then?

It's your conduct
towards my daughters.

What?

They told me about
your unwelcome advances.

Unwelcome adv...

Are you serious?

Very much so.

Ah. Okay.

Yeah, all right.

Okay, excuse me.

Bullshit.

Calm down, please.

We're... We're happy
to extend

some severance pay
for you.

We're very happy
to do that.

It was the water.

It wasn't the water.

Hmm?

You could fire me
if you want,

but at least
be honest about it.

It's not your daughters.

It's the fucking water.

I'm going
to go get Henry.

Henry can
explain this to you.

You know,
your cokehead daughters

practically begged me
to have sex with them,

and then I just take
one small sip, and...

And you, you can't treat
people the way you do!

Stop walking!

I'll do something!

Stop walking!

I'll do something!

Stop walking!

I will do something!

Stop!

Wait!

No! No!

What are you doing?!

Stop!

What are you doing?!

- No!
- Stop!

Stop!

Oh, my God.
No, no, no.

No, no.

Looking at you
in the cold morning light

Looking so pale,
and cheeks so, so white

I never intended

To kill you last night

I know about Willie

And what you have done

Oh, Emily, I believed
I was the only one

Today and forever

You ain't seeing...

What does it say?

It says that
my clients agree

not to get the police
involved in any way,

not to press charges
for attempted murder.

- Hmm?
- It also says that you agree

that you asked
Henry Arista

to stun-gun you,
and, when he did...

- Is your dad coming?
- No.

- Tania?
- No.

It also says
that he asked you

to pour insecticide
into his well

as a part
of an elaborate game

involving
theatrical elements.

What?

It means that you'll
never go to jail

for attempted murder
of my whole family.

Just read it all the way
to the bottom, and sign.

Attempted murder?
Who did...

Who did I
attempt to murder?

The Arista family.
You premeditatedly

poisoned their
drinking water.

But it says
right there

that they agree
you did no such thing.

What's "premeditatedly"?

That you planned it.

Oh.

I didn't plan anything.

I just was freaking out,
just...

I didn't mean
to ruin anything.

Your family's so great.

You did, however,

so will you
sign it, please?

I just wanted
a little drink of water.

I just wanted to be
part of everything.

Just, uh, read it,
and sign.

Are you all
gonna get old now?

It was always
only a wishing well.

What does that mean?

There's no such thing
as paradise.

Then how do you all
look so young, then?

Money, dermal fillers,
plastic surgery.

So I-I didn't ruin
your family, then?

You don't have the power
to ruin my family.

Why'd we build a wall, then?

We built a wall
around a myth.

Most myths
are toxic, anyway.

You merely added
real poison.

No. I don't believe you.

Nobody looks like you do
at your age.

You don't believe me?

No. Hey, I'm not an idiot.

I know the water
makes you not get old.

Does it?

Well, it probably
gives you cancer now,

thanks to you
and your stupidity.

- Ximena.
- My stupidity.

- Good. I'm glad. I'm glad.
- Ximena.

You know, you don't
deserve to not get old.

You almost
have my sympathy.

You're...
You're like a dog.

Ximena, can we
get back to...

Okay, let me explain
the 21st century to you.

My family
has investments,

real estate,
bitcoin,

commodity futures,
catastrophe bonds, um...

As the world
gets hotter

and more populated
and less educated,

we will be able to afford
whatever unfair technologies

continue to divide the
wealthy from the poor.

Our children,
if we have any,

will be safer
and taller

and smarter
than your children.

We will have
well passed 100,

with or without
well water.

You're evil.

In a binary world of black
and white distinctions,

yes, yes,
I guess I am.

Somebody should kill you.

Are you
threatening my client?

- No, competition...
- No.

and self-interest,
yes, yes,

probably
somebody should.

You know,
if they could get past my wall.

You're evil.

I'm just telling you
the truth.

I'm not condoning it
or celebrating it.

Enough. Let's get this done.

I hope
somebody kills you.

I hope
someone offers you

a glass of water
from a magic well

that grants
not longevity,

but the capacity
to fathom irony

and complex, insoluble
zero-sum problems.

I hope somebody kills you.

Saying the same thing twice is
not inherently a waste of breath.